Hey, total drama alert in this one. So, I was getting better at updating without anyone recognising, until today. So, when two people are on the internet at once, the first person's connection goes and they have to re-link to our wifi. I sort of didn't know Dan was skyping his friend back in Italy, and I went to update this chapter... You can probably guess he knew what was happening and it turns out I can escape from zip ties pretty quickly, so I ended up with my wrists tied behind my back with duct tape- which hurts when its taken off- so please r and r, it makes me feel better and this proves how much I love you guys.

Italia Xxx

THE HANGOVER PART ONE

Grantaire had almost fallen asleep himself when he heard the front door shut. As it could be Enjolras, Grantaire quickly left Anja's room, looking over his shoulder quickly at the drugged girl. He went down the stairs and was not only greeted by Enjolras, but Combeferre and Feuilly.

"Hey, where's Anja? Please tell me she's home." Enjolras asked him, looking concerned. Combeferre just looked guilty.

"She's asleep." He answered, relief flushed over Combeferre's face.

"So, Combeferre, how did it go with Beth?"

"Who?" Enjolras asked.

"Cheerleading Captain." Feuilly told him.

"We're going on a date, after the match on thursday." Combeferre looked slightly proud.

"Well, I'm so happy for you!" Enjolras said sarcastically. "If you payed less attention to this Beth, maybe you wouldn't have LOST my sister! And, you were drunk! I told you to stay sober."

"I'm said I'm sorry ok?"

"To be honest, Anja can look after herself. She's 17, not 7. She's not that little girl YOU left behind ages ago, Enjolras. She's grown up." Feuilly said blatantly.

"Did she get drunk." Enjolras seemed to calm a little.

"She seemed fine." Grantaire quickly lied, for her sake, otherwise she'd be dead when she got up in the morning.

"Fine, I'm going to bed. Got a few things to sort out in the morning." Enjolras was halfway up the stairs.

"So, Apollo, how's Eponine?" Grantaire asked.

He smiled.

"Great, she's great." And he disappeared to his room.

The great Apollo actually smiled. It was a new beginning.

X

Light hit her face as it glinted through the gap in her curtains, blinding her as she opened her eyes. She went to sit up and fell back down again. It felt like a tornado was ripping through her head and her vision was slightly blurred. After about an hour of laying in bed, waiting for it to pass, Anja tried to get up. Every movement was ten times the effort, every step she clung to the wall of her room as she went to put on her thick geek glasses she wore for reading, and when she got a really bad migraine, hoping it would help. It sort of did, but she still couldn't walk properly.

She caught herself in the mirror.

"Why am I still wearing the clothes I wore yesterday?" She wondered. "How much did I drink?"

She got changed into a loose white top with three quarter length grey sleeves, that said '#Chic' on it in bold black lettering, with dark blue skinny jeans and tan brogues. Not caring that her hair was a mess of loose curls, she wobbled downstairs.

X

"Hey, look who decided to raise that pretty little head of hers today!" Lesgles cheered.

Anja put a hand to her head. Why were they too loud?

"You must have a killer hangover." Joly said. "I may have something for that, a drug maybe..."

"NO!" Grantaire said, a little too loudly. They all looked at him oddly, except for Anja, who was getting herself a glass of water. "... I mean, I think she should learn from this experience."

Luckily the others agreed. He should have told someone about Montparnasse's little 'gift' for her, but he didn't. He should've told her what happened last night, so the following wouldn't have reared its ugly head.

X

Bahoral knew about the stunt Courfeyrac tried to pull and decided it was his turn. Enjolras wasn't here, so why not?

He noticed that one of her wristbands said 'Bastille'.

"Come on wiki don't let me down now." He muttered as he went on youtube on his iPhone and search for Bastille.

As she sat down, or perched on the arm of the sofa as the amis took up most of the space, he tilted the screen to make sure she could see it.

Anja, of course, didn't notice.

So, Bahoral decided to accidentally drop his phone on the floor. At the sudden noise, Anja was startled and looked down and saw the screen and raised an eyebrow at the now playing screen.

"Bastille huh?" She asked.

"Yeah. He's great."

"They're a band."

"I knew that!" He tried to sound cool. "Just testing."

"Favourite song?" She tried.

"Um... You know the one about the... Love and um..." He faltered under her look. "Fish?"

"Nice try but wiki how isn't a girl, so how should it know?" She said.

"Seriously, you, are impossible to flirt with!" He exclaimed. "Wiki how was only my backup."

"Oh really?" She questioned.

"Yes really." He protested. "If you're interested, I was watching the stars last night and couldn't find any, because they're all in your eyes."

She laughed in his face, temporarily forgetting about her lack of knowledge about last night and her hangover .

"Still wiki how." She told him.

"I'm sorry. You're so beautiful that I forgot my good line and had to go to my backup." He admitted, knowing that she was easily not fooled by the information that the internet had given him.

"You know what, I never had you down as a Bastille person." He told her, true that he'd only listened to one song.

"There's lots of things no one would have me down for. Anyway, you're definitely not an indie rock guy, I had you down as a Michael Buble kinda guy."

"Well," He began. "I'm not surprised, not everything lasts. I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track. Talk myself in, I talk myself out, I get all worked up, then I let myself down."

"I can not have every single one of you try to serenade me every single stupid day!" Anja yelled in frustration.

"I tried so very hard not to lose it. I came up with a million excuses. I thought, I thought of every possibility." He took her hand to try to calm her but she pulled her hand away and got up, putting her glasses on the coffee table; slamming the front door behind her.

Prouvaire was just about to get up and go after her when all their phones beeped or rang simultaneously. They all opened the text together.

'Don't even think about following me.'

And they didn't dare. If Anja was the slightest bit like her older brother, then dealing with a mad member of the Enjolras family was like a death wish.

X

Anja needed to get out. Out and away from everything and everyone. It was too much. All too much. She didn't want to be stuck inside all day, or keep looking behind her shoulder. She liked the amis, they were a good bunch of guys, but she didn't need this right now. Any other day she would've taken it. But not today.

She walked to the park, the cool breeze soothing her aching head, easing her pain.

"Just on my own." She said to herself.

"You'll never be lonely, with me." A voice sent her to back away. This was why she didn't go outside. Montparnasse.

"You look great." He said. She wasn't wearing anything different to what she normally wore. "Hot."

A throwaway comment. If guys can't think of something more emotional to say, its always 'hot'. It always drove her crazy to be referred to as 'hot' as of she was just and object in their eyes. It was just her exterior they wanted, never her completely.

He smiled. It was the smile that melted the barriers she put up. How can he even do this to me? She wondered. After all he's done?

"How... How are you?" She asked, somehow smiling back, causing him to take a step closer, she was letting him in again. And for now, everything was fine. Calm before the storm.

"Fine, et tu?" He asked politely.

"Never better." She lied.

There was a silence under the shade of the trees.

"I love you." He said.

"You love my body, not me." She corrected him, deadly calm.

"Say that you love me." He said, pleading.

"I did, two years ago. Before you betrayed it when I gave my all to you. You used me." She kept calm, like the centre of a storm.

"Say that you love me." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"You know I can't."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the fountain where he pushed down on her neck as she braced her arms against the side, her face seemingly to get closer to the water.

"SAY YOU LOVE ME!"

She couldn't reply, she was busy using all her strength on trying to stop him from drowning her.

"Anja?" Marius shouted from across the park. Him and Eponine started to sprint towards them.

If ever such an incompetent person could have such a spectacular sense of timing, it was now.

Montparnasse pulled her upwards, punching her in the face, causing her bottom lip to split. As Marius and Eponine came closer, Montparnasse backed away, pulling Anja roughly by the arm.

"Damn you!" He yelled, almost spitting in her face. "Damn you!"

As he looked over his shoulder to see Marius and Eponine closing in, his jaw collided with Anja's fist. He spun round to retaliate with punching her in the stomach and twisting her right arm behind her back. This wasn't enough to stop them from running closer, so he kicked her in the back of the legs, making her fall to knees, arm still in his grip. They stopped.

"'Parnasse, let her go." Eponine told him. A crowd was forming.

"You know I can't do that, Eponine." He replied. "Just let us walk away in peace, and no one will get hurt."

His threat made Marius think of the worst. What the hell was he going to do to her?

"What do you want?" Marius asked, a dangerous move, but trying to bargain was an attempt.

"In trade for mon petite whore? Well, where do I begin?" Montparnasse said slyly.

"Whatever he says, don't. You'll be in his debt." Anja said, sounding stronger than Marius and Eponine put together, even though she was at Montparnasse's hand.

"Don't worry Anja, we have it under control." Marius tried to reassure her in the most shakiest voice she'd ever heard.

"No, wait, listen!" Anja cried as she was roughly pulled to her feet and a hand clamped over her mouth to prevent her from talking.

"No, you listen, my deary. I'm going now, with you, and you will give me whatever I desire."

Anja protested trying to prize his hand off her mouth.

"She will not go with you." Eponine soundly deadly.

"She flawed my drug plan by having that drunk with her, this time I do not intend to make that mistake again." He warned.

Then he pulled out a knife...